That forecast looked so bombproof...

Sunday was a good day, although it didn't start out as one. Chilly morning. Found Joel and his Volvo in a murky, dark parking-lot.

In the other car: Joao and Mange. We spent quite some time heading north only to be met by an almost flat location. A short drive and then yet another pancake spot. Surfable? Possibly but... no. We were puzzled. That forecast looked so bombproof. We needed a Plan C. Pronto.

Joel had been ripping Mediterranean swell the previous morning but was very keen to get into the water (give that man a duck's wake and he'll rip). I kept a happy face but pictured the hours of epic light disappear while sitting in a car.

So now what? Magnus had a solution. He warned that it would require more driving. At first, he was almost reluctant to speak. It turned out that the problem was actually... me.

With not much more than a surfboard to carry, it would be a piece of small and delicious pastry to make it to the stoney shore that was now our target destination. But these surfers were stuck with a guy, who dragged three cases of camera equipment behind him plus that little stupid stool he insists on placing his butt on while shooting.

Joao was stoked, even if he had to abort early, suffering from a leaking boot. Magnus was stoked, and possibly somewhat relieved that the location actually delivered. As he had previously said at the beginning of our journey: ”This one is a bit of a lottery”.

And Joel was obviously super-stoked to be back in chilly temperatures again. And I was stoked by not being the logistic problem that I first feared – and to return with these shots.

Magnus once made a promise not to give away the location. I won't do either. Therefore, many of these pics have been tampered with (objects moved, erased and whatnot).

Hope this doesn't feel too off-putting. This place only works when very specific criteria are met. In addition, you may also thank us for saving yourself that long, strenuous walk...